Hoarder Extraordinaire
I’m a hoarder.One like you’ve never seen in your life.I give good boxes, empty packaging to people to throw them when I’m not looking because I can’t. I have train…
I’m a hoarder.One like you’ve never seen in your life.I give good boxes, empty packaging to people to throw them when I’m not looking because I can’t. I have train…
I've cried, stunned and nearly fell off the sofa reading this mind-blowing book. I've been giving my husband the stink eye to have shared it with me only after he…
This Quarantine brings with it, their own set of learnings. Here’s to Slow Life, the joy it brings within, the calm that envelopes it and how it sets us free to grow, unleashing our most unsuspected potentials.
Why I stayed home with my child instead of pursuing my seven figure career with zero regret. To date.
Coming out with the guiltiest of my pleasures isn’t a joke. I was raised by a breed that emphasised most on keeping appearances of grace under all circumstances in life. Little did they know child birth or simply late thirties would break a valve. Welcome to the first of my Guilty Pleasures Series because I can’t keep hiding any more.
A slight deviation from the happy shiny. London brings out my journey through life like no other. For which I thank her. Vulnerability is my super power. What’s Yours?
Five things we need to think before we get swept away with the gorgeous graffiti of patriotism that very quickly escalated into jingoism including a Mother’s take on war in this world. A little heartbroken today yet still struggling to make tomorrow a better day
Park is usually a constant in a child’s life. Except when you are born to hermits who love their nooks and books. Then it’s an expedition. My poor, forever Vitamin D deprived kid has a go at the Park Baby life and goes a little nutsy, making (non) snow angels in clumps of weeds and grass amongst other fun stuff.
No. Like REALLY have kids? Or even just a child? Then prepare to change your life as you know it an entire 180 degrees. It’s an exhilarating ride but you gotta be a sucker for change!
The other day I picked up a book and my husband’s eyes widened in surprise. No more than 3 seconds later my baby raced over with the twinkliest eyes ever, throwing herself on the book in my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I put it back in the shelf. Here’s a jump that I never ever thought I’d make. Some balm for my aching heart that crazily missed reading books around the clock pre-baby